After I revised and finalized the novel I wrote for her, I called her in another city and asked her to go online so that I could send her the work that I had spent two to three hundred hours working on. No matter what I said, she would just say one sentence, as if she had set up an automatic reply in her phone: "I don't want to go online."
She is the ZL mentioned in the postscript of this novel, and she is the girl I love. I love her more than anyone else in this world. Originally this was just written for her, but since she doesn't want to read it, I'll give it to everyone else in the world. I wanted to let everyone know how much I loved her except her through this novel.
This is a work that records many stories from my junior high school days, including my first love and many stories about friends who were close to me at that time but have not been in contact with me for many years. Regardless of whether anyone reads this novel, I will treasure it. When my memory is no longer clear, when I meet my childhood playmate on the street, when I think of ZL, I will open it again...
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